Chapter 106: Contract Knotting -2

The sharp morning air hit my face as I stepped out of my apartment building at six-fifty-eight AM, dragging a single black duffel bag behind me.

A sleek, black Maybach was already idling at the curb, the rear door swinging open before my feet even touched the pavement.

The ride across the city was dead quiet, the driver never making eye contact through the rearview mirror as we pulled into the underground garage of the most expensive high-rise in the financial district.

My stomach turned into a tight, anxious knot the moment the private elevator opened directly into Julian’s top-floor penthouse.

The space was massive, dominated by floor-to-ceiling glass, polished concrete, and an overwhelming, suffocating surge of dark cedar and leather.

Julian was sitting at a glass dining table in a tailored dark grey suit, sipping espresso while reviewing documents on his tablet.

He didn’t look up when the heavy elevator doors slid shut behind me, taking his time to finish reading before finally setting his cup down with a soft clink.

"You’re two minutes early, Reyes," Julian murmured, his smooth baritone cutting through the quiet space.

"I’d rather get this nightmare over with," I spat, gripping the handle of my duffel bag so tightly my fingers throbbed.

I had tried applying fresh scent patches before leaving my apartment, but the lingering smell of his seed still buried deep inside my core made the neutralizer completely useless.

Julian stood up slowly, unbuttoning his suit jacket with a methodical, predatory grace that made my instinctual Omega urges scream at me to step back.

He walked toward me, his heavy Alpha presence expanding until the massive penthouse felt impossibly tiny.

"Rule number one," Julian growled, stopping right in front of me and reaching out to hook two fingers beneath the edge of my fresh scent patch.

With a sharp, merciless yank, he ripped the adhesive off my skin, throwing it onto the floor like trash.

"You don’t hide your scent from me under my roof," he purred, his thumb dragging hard across my exposed pulse point, making my knees immediately wobble.

My sweet, distressed Omega aroma instantly flared into the room, helplessly mingling with his thick, suffocating cedar fragrance.

"I... I need to work on the code," I rasped out, trying to force my feet to stay planted even as my slick started pooling in my briefs all over again.

"The software won’t be ready for launch if I’m wasting time playing your domestic pet."

Julian let out a low, dark chuckle, his hand sliding up to grip the nape of my neck, tilting my chin up until I was forced to stare straight into his cold grey eyes.

"Your workstation is in the study," Julian rasped, his broad frame crowding me against the wall as his knee forced its way between my thighs.

"And you will code whenever I allow you to & - right after you greet your Alpha properly."

Before I could utter a single word of protest, his hand slid down the back of my jeans, shoving his palm straight beneath my waistband to press against my still-sore, slick-drenched entrance.

A loud, embarrassing gasp ripped from my throat as his long fingers plunged straight inside me through my thin underwear, claiming my core before I even had a chance to put my bag down.

My eyes flew wide open, a sharp, choked gasp tearing from my chest as his middle finger buried itself all the way to the knuckle inside my tight, aching core.

The cold contrast of his leather watchband pressing against my bare skin made my hips jerk forward, my slick instantly coating his fingers with a thick, shameful wetness.

"Look at that," Julian purred, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark with a heavy, territorial weight as he slowly worked his finger in and out of my wet entrance. "You haven’t even taken your jacket off, and you’re already soaking my hand."

"Julian... stop... ah!" I whimpered, my hands flying to his broad shoulders, trying desperately to push him away, but my fingers ended up just clutching the fine wool of his suit jacket for leverage.

"Stop?" Julian growled softly, adding a second finger with an unyielding, deliberate shove that stretched my walls wide, making my head fall back against the wall with a dull thud.

"You don’t get to tell me to stop in my own home, Reyes. You gave up that right when you signed my contract."

He began curling his long fingers upward, brutally striking my swollen prostate with every sharp, rhythmic thrust.

Squelch. Squelch.

The vulgar, wet sound of his fingers working inside me echoed through the silent, cavernous foyer, drowning out the faint hum of the city twenty floors below.

My knees completely gave out, my entire body weight hanging off his arm as he kept me pinned against the concrete wall with his massive frame.

"You’re going to learn your place here," Julian rasped, his teeth nipping viciously at my bare jawline, leaving dark red marks on my collarbone as he pulled his slick-covered fingers free with a loud, wet pop.

Before I could even catch my breath, he unbuckled his belt, yanking his broad, dark nine-inch shaft out from his trousers. The flared, pre-cum-coated tip pressed right against my leaking, un-patched rim.

"Julian, wait... no, not right here..." I sobbed out, but my words were completely cut short.

Without a single drop of mercy, Julian hooked one of my thighs over his hip and slammed his massive length all the way inside me in one long, brutal drive.

"AH... Vance!" A high-pitched scream tore from my throat, my fingers digging blindly into his shoulders as his massive width stretched me to my absolute limit.

He didn’t wait for me to adjust. Holding my entire body up with one hand under my thigh, he began pounding into me right there against the foyer wall, his hips crashing against my bare buttocks with terrifying force.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Every single thrust drove him chest-deep into my core, my slick splashing down the front of his trousers as he took me like a man possessed by pure, raw territorial instinct.

"You’re mine, Liam," Julian growled into my ear, his pace growing frantic, wild, and completely unhinged as his cedar scent exploded into the room, choking out every bit of my remaining resistance. "Every line of code you write, every drop of slick you leak... you belong to me."

"Yes... ah!... Julian, please!" I cried out, completely unraveled, my mind going blank as my body surrendered to every brutal stroke.

His base began to swell rapidly, his thick knot expanding inside my convulsing walls as he slammed himself flush against my hip one last time, locking us firmly together against the cold wall.

"Take it all!" Julian roared, his knot bursting thick, hot wave after wave of his Alpha seed deep into my womb, tying us together in a brutal, inescapable claim.

A violent, hands-free orgasm crashed over me, my dick spurting thick, white ropes of cum all over his expensive suit jacket and the floor below us as I completely blacked out against his chest.

I came to with my face pressed into the smooth, icy leather of the living room sofa, my lower half completely bare and slick with a heavy, humiliating mixture of seed and sweat.

My body throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, every muscle in my legs feeling like lead.

From across the cavernous room, the sharp, rhythmic clicking of a mechanical keyboard cut through the quiet.

I forced my eyes open, pushing myself up on trembling forearms to see Julian sitting at his massive glass desk in the study area. He was already wearing a crisp, fresh white shirt, his dark hair neatly combed back as if he hadn’t just pounded me into unconsciousness against the foyer wall an hour ago.

His suit jacket, heavily stained with my cum and his seed, was draped carelessly over the arm of a nearby chair like trash.

"Glad to see you’re finally awake, Reyes," Julian murmured, his grey eyes remaining fixed on his double-monitor setup. "You’ve slept through forty-five minutes of market open."

"You... you complete monster," I rasped out, my voice so dry and scratchy it barely sounded like my own.

Julian finally stopped typing, turning his head slowly to look at me across the room. The absolute lack of remorse in his cold, calculating expression made my stomach drop.

"I suggest you haul yourself up, wash my seed out of your thighs, and get to work," Julian stated flatly, pointing a long, authoritative finger toward the open door of the master bedroom. "Your clean clothes have been put in the closet. Your laptop is set up on the auxiliary desk next to mine."

"I am not your fucking pet, Vance," I spat out, trying to swing my legs off the sofa, but the second my feet touched the hardwood floor, my weak knees buckled.

I hit the floor with a dull thud, a fresh wave of his warm, thick seed leaking out onto my inner thighs from the exertion.

Julian didn’t rush over to help. He simply stood up from his leather chair, unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly rolling his sleeves up his forearms as he walked across the polished floor toward me.

His dark cedar-and-leather scent flared slightly, thick with an underlying, dominant Alpha authority that made my core shudder involuntarily.

He stopped right in front of me, his shadow completely blocking out the morning sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Let me make something abundantly clear to you, Liam," Julian growled, crouching down until his face was inches from mine, his heavy hand coming down flat on the back of my neck to keep me pinned to the floor. "You are here because I bought you out. Every line of code you touch belongs to my firm, and every drop of slick your body produces belongs to me."

"I’ll break the contract," I choked out, tears of pure frustration and shame burning the back of my eyes. "I’ll take the company into bankruptcy."

"You won’t," Julian purred softly, his thumb rubbing roughly against the sensitive skin of my exposed pulse point, making my hips give a tiny, helpless twitch against the wood. "Because if you walk out that door, I will liquidate your entire engineering team’s assets by noon. You’ll go under, and so will every single person who trusted you to lead them."

The harsh reality of his words hit me like a physical punch to the chest. He had me completely cornered, using my own loyalty to my team as a leash.

"Now," Julian rasped, his hand sliding up to grip my hair, pulling my head back until I was forced to look directly into his cold, unyielding eyes. "Are you going to clean yourself up like a professional, or do I need to strip you down and wash my mark into your skin again right here on the floor?"

"I’ll get up," I whispered, my voice completely broken as I surrendered, my pride crushed beneath his iron grip.

"Good boy," Julian growled softly, planting a firm, possessive kiss right on my forehead before releasing his grip.

"You have ten minutes."